This is a song about "Left"

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

With the rest who are left

Got nothing left to say

Hit you from a block away

Took my heart away from money

Friend after friend left me

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

I'm still confused about why you left

Hold up yea we the best

'till there's nothin' left.

Used to find dope in his coat

That left ya without hope

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Promises that had us left assured